Threesomes & Orgies

When Lucía came out of the water and looked at them from the shore, they both knew that afternoon wasn’t going to end in their sun loungers.

He’d had four days of bad luck until he walked into a seaside bar and saw her sitting alone, with curves that said more than she did.

I went to that party alone, thinking I’d dance for a while and forget. I never expected Diego or what came after to change my night completely.

Marcos controlled her from his table, one finger on the app and his eyes fixed on her. Every time he pressed the button, Clara had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Marcos almost choked when I told him what I’d done. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined in six years together.

Valeria sat between Matías and me without asking permission. When she turned her face toward me with that smile, I understood we’d been avoiding the inevitable for years.

I was about to close the app when the tap came in. Three hundred meters. Close. Too close to ignore on a Sunday with no plans.

For months I’d been fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When I suggested the trip to Valeria, all three of us knew something was about to change forever.

When I saw him looking at her that way, instead of jealousy I felt something I hadn’t expected. That first day at the resort, we were no longer the same couple who had arrived that morning.

The cheerleader uniform, five players, and too much beer. That night I lost something I thought mattered and discovered it didn’t matter that much.

We put the TV on mute so we could hear them better. We didn’t know they were hearing us from the other side of the ceiling too.

When Marcos told me he wanted to share me with another man, I didn’t reject him. I felt curiosity, nerves, and something I had never felt before: real desire.

Diego looked at me that night and said it plainly: he wanted to see me with his best friend. I wasn’t scandalized. Curiosity won.

When my sister whispered in my ear what she really wanted, I knew neither of us could keep pretending it didn’t exist.

We were the kind of people who never broke the rules. Until we turned forty and decided that one night, we could allow ourselves anything.

She got out of the car with her skirt raised, and her husband calmly asked me from the driver's seat if I liked what I saw.

In the restaurant I told her to act like my girlfriend. She switched chairs slowly. Neither of us said what that meant.

When Elena opened the door, drenched and out of options, her look said it all before she even offered the night in words. Mother and daughter, fixed price.

I stayed alone in the room while she crossed into the one next door. Two hours of waiting, imagining, and listening to the silence of the wall.

When I suggested to Valeria that she share my boyfriend and my brother, she was left speechless. What happened next in the dungeon was impossible to forget.